Mental Health/Relationships/Life
Are You Afraid to Love for Fear of Loss?
Make the most of the life you now live
I never expected to live as long as I have.
When a person reaches midlife, he or she begins to think, more days lie behind me than days left in front of me. I began to have those thoughts as a child.
My mind always defaulted to loss.
My father died when I was three, and one grandfather shot himself when I was six. My other grandfather had debilitating Parkinson’s Disease, so, I never really knew him. An automobile accident paralyzed my brother when I was nine.
Being a man looked to be high risk. Women, on the other hand, appeared to be indestructible.
I thought I would die when I was thirteen years old because thirteen is an unlucky number. I registered for the draft when I turned eighteen, and I began to think, So, this is how I am going to die.
In 1975, I was 32 years old, and I had a three-year-old daughter. My father was killed in a farm accident when he was 32 and I was three. Is this a coincidence or a harbinger of things to come?
